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Things
19
Tex-Mex
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Çıkış Tarihi20 Ağustos 2025
FirmaYung Wacho
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM75

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WACHO!
WACHO!
Vocals
Juan Pablo Ochoa
Juan Pablo Ochoa
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julián Cedillo
Julián Cedillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julián Cedillo
Julián Cedillo
Producer
Christopher Billik
Christopher Billik
Mixing Engineer
Chaitanya Shelar
Chaitanya Shelar
Recording Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

You don't call
You don't ring
We got nothin' left
Not a single thing
Well I still got your jersey
Now that's my team
Think they won just the other week
But you don't say shit
Tell me did you replace the
Posters that we placed up
Guess I'd rather play dumb
Don't think I can face it
Don't want to erase us
I'd much rather stay numb
Well I guess its all the same
But where you were there's now a strange shadow
Lurking in your shape
Oh how I hate this feeling
A shame I couldn't keep your love
Your love
Your love
Oh how I hate this feeling
A shame I couldn't keep your love
Your love
Your love
I still got a lot of things
I really think
I shouldn't keep
Maybe I'm waiting for you to need them
Maybe I gave them a little meaning
Well lets just say I got rid of em
I'd see you when I'm dreamin' then
If its not you then I'm not into it
If its not you then its not intimate
I got a taste of ecstasy
Now the comedowns got the best of me
I'm losing this fight
It feels just like a
Landslide
Heart on standby
Got nothin' left but things
Its a garage sale romance
You sold it so fast
Gone in the blink of an eye
All of our broken pieces keep me askin' why?
Oh how I hate this feeling
A shame I couldn't keep your love
Your love
Your love
Oh how I hate this feeling
A shame I couldn't keep your love
Your love
Your love
Oh how I hate this feeling
A shame I couldn't keep your love
Your love
Your love
And even if I gave away every trace
Each and every memory would remain
Replayed in my head
Written by: Julián Cedillo
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